The producer and vocalist known as quinn is still in high school, but she’s already lived through a handful of alter egos, been named the new face of the young and very online hyperpop scene, and moved on to a new sound entirely—as if to unburden herself from any expectations of what her music sounds like. On her self-titled second album as quinn, the Virginia native rejects the synthetic gloss of hyperpop for boom-bap beats with warm, fuzzy textures and loose, laidback funk, like the breezy, gently weird “please don’t waste my time.” quinn switches between singing and rapping, musing on imposter syndrome, alternate dimensions, and bizarro rants about home invasions, plus a few moments of flexing (“You ain’t never in your life heard some shit like this!”). Regardless of whether she’s being tongue in cheek, she isn’t wrong.